Tough stuff you’re cactus.
Green behind the ears.
Bullies attract us.
We love them for our fears.
Spike us with your tongue.
The desert will reign.
What once had begun
sprouts pikes to maintain.
A desert filled with harsh.
I open my arms to you.
I stick out my tongue to the marsh.
Mellow the mildew.
Here comes a scorpion,
I wing it to the skies.
Let it sting that awful minion
for disappearing in ears and eyes.
Now I’ll go back to the city
full of horns and yippy eyes,
One last roll in the sandy.
Scratch my back and watch me rise!